Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2008 03:46:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Jasper Cooper
Subject: Downfall of Nate Ramsey part 4
THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY
This story is a gay fantasy; no part of it is based in fact,
and none of the characters are intended to resemble actual
persons, living or dead. This story chronicles the
humiliating ordeals an 18-year-old high school senior is
unwillingly subjected to. If you are underage, or do not
want to read about such matters, you should leave this
webpage at once. Assuming you do not fall into either
category (and you should not have come this far if you did),
I wish you a very enjoyable time reading this latest
installment.
Several readers have written in to ask when Nate will be
fucked. I would like to take this opportunity to assure you
that it WILL happen (and once it does, it will continue to
happen on a very regular basis) but not quite yet. If you
stick around till the sixth chapter you'll probably find it
very rewarding. In the interim, please think of this extra-
long chapter as a gift for the holiday season.
Happy Holidays!
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CHAPTER FOUR:
"The games boys play"
While Owen and Wes schemed downstairs, the object of their
discussion was being subjected to a very thorough - and very
public - shower. About a dozen guys were crowded into Nate's
parents' bathroom; it was the largest in the house and could
comfortably fit all the onlookers while allowing Ethan to
move about freely as he filmed Nate's shower. The boys were
taking very seriously the instruction that Nate be given no
privacy whatsoever and called out commands intended to
further degrade Nate.
"Go on then, lather up your dick."
"He said lather it up, not play with it!"
"Yeah, we didn't give you permission to jack off again."
Of course, another public masturbation session was the
furthest thing from Nate's mind and the boys knew this, but
they'd really gotten into the swing of humiliating the guy
who'd shown them up so many times in the past. Why bring him
down by just a peg or two, when you had blackmail material
that could make him go the whole nine yards?
"If you wanna play with something, play with your nipples."
Nate hesitated, his mind rebelling against the idea of
putting on such a perverted show for his teammates and the
camera. The water cascaded over his body, light glinting on
the ripples as it bathed every square inch of his well-
muscled form. If he had looked like a stud in all his naked
glory before, now he resembled a veritable porn god.
His teammates were growing impatient at his reluctance to
execute their command. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
"Did you not hear yourself being given an order, Ramsey?"
asked Troy in a dangerous tone of voice. "Or do you WANT the
world to see you jerking off with a banana stuffed up your
ass?"
Nate shook his head frantically.
"Then you'd better start twisting your tits, fucker. And
just to remind you who's the boss here, here's another
order. When you're done playing with your tits, give your
hole a thorough cleaning with your finger."
"Only one finger?" asked Lucas. "I'd have thought he's ready
for at least two ... or three."
"You're right," Troy acknowledged. "After all, he's already
had a banana up that chute. You heard your orders, slave:
now get to work."
Nate's eyes filled with tears as he heard himself addressed
as a slave, but he knew Troy would be as good as his word.
Any delay in obeying an order and he could expect those
photos (and now videos!) to be sent out to his family and
friends.
So with a sinking heart he did as he was told, pinching the
nubs of his nipples between two fingers on each hand and
twisting them.
"Put a little more strength into it, slaveboy!" shouted one
of his teammates, who found the performance a little
lackluster.
"Yeah, don't pretend you aren't enjoying it, because we know
this is right up your alley, you pervert."
Nate's eyes watered as he gave his nipples a particularly
vicious twist, but this apparently wasn't enough for his
audience.
"You know, the sound of the shower's getting a little
monotonous. How about you moaning a little?" suggested
Ethan. "Show how much this is turning you on."
"Ethan, man, you sound like a porn producer," chuckled
Rodrigo.
"Well, if Ramsey here ever decides to stop listening to us,
we'll be able to make some money by selling this to one,"
replied Ethan.
Nate caught the veiled threat in Ethan's words and trembled
at the thought of becoming an online porn sensation: jerk-
off material to thousands of strangers across the Web. He
gave in to Ethan's demand. "Oh ... yeah ... this is so
fucking hot ..."
He ran one hand down his chest and rubbed his abs, while he
alternated the other hand between pinching one nipple and
then the other. The guys snickered as they watched Nate
thoroughly embarrass himself. Ethan, of course, made sure to
get it all on film.
"Enough nipple play," Troy decreed after a few minutes, by
which time Nate's nipples now stood out proudly. "Move on to
your next order."
Nate reluctantly slid his hands down his body towards his
butt.
"Wait a second," Troy interrupted. "First turn around, and
bend over a little. Spread your cheeks and give everyone a
good view of your hole."
Nate obeyed, getting the smallest of comforts in not having
to face his teammates, because the tears that had been
gathering in his eyes over the course of the ordeal were now
threatening to spill over. The water from the shower
splashed onto his muscled back and ran down the crevice of
his butt. The guys all leaned in closer as he pulled his
buns apart; they'd already gotten a good look at Nate's
asshole when Troy was shaving him, but they were still glad
for a second look. It gave them vindictive pleasure to see
the arrogant jerk forced to reveal the most private part of
his body to them and to have the power to actually make him
do a thing that would otherwise have been unthinkable.
"Now keep them spread the best you can, but start sliding
one finger up your chute." Troy turned to Ethan. "You
getting all this?"
Ethan, who was making judicious use of the zoom feature on
his video camera, nodded. "Sure am."
Troy turned his attention back to Nate. "Now fuck yourself
with the finger. And make sure you moan for the camera."
The tears were now flowing freely down Nate's face, but the
guys couldn't see it and, even if they had, they probably
wouldn't have cared. Their eyes were glued to the sight of
Nate's finger moving in and out of his rectum.
"Now add a second finger," instructed Troy. Nate winced as
he obeyed; his chute had returned to its original tightness
after the banana had been removed for his shower.
The guys, drunk as much on beer as on their newfound power
over Nate, found their reservations slipping away as they
watched him put on this lewd display in front of them. Some
even gave the tent in their shorts a surreptitious stroke as
they observed Nate's fingers disappearing into his warm,
moist hole.
Troy soon found his role as supervisor for the shower
session being usurped as the other guys began to throw out
commands at Nate. Troy smiled, not minding because he could
see how into all this the others were becoming.
"Yeah, fuck yourself!"
"Bury those fingers!"
"He's loving it, the slut. Tell us how much you love it."
"I love it," sobbed Nate. "I love having my fingers up my
ass. I need something hard up in it."
"Shove in another finger!"
Nate whimpered. His chute was still sore from its earlier
penetration with the banana, and the running water did
little to lubricate his fingers as he slipped them into his
hole, at his teammates' insistence, up to the knuckles. His
concerns that he might draw blood were apparently not shared
by the rest, not even young Devlin.
Torn between sympathy for his fallen idol and delirious lust
at seeing him commit such perverted acts, the freshman gave
in completely to the latter as he excitedly yelled out
Nate's next command. "Another finger!
His hole barely having adjusted to the intrusion of three
fingers, but knowing the penalty of disobedience, Nate
grunted as he slid the last finger up it. Burying all four
fingers completely in his ass, as demanded by his teammates,
brought on a fresh wave of pain and humiliation. But now
there was an element of fear involved as well: how far were
they going to go? Nate thought he would pass out if they
ordered him to shove his entire fist up his ass, and that
seemed to be the direction in which they were heading.
"Alright boys, shower time's over."
There was a collective groan of disappointment from his
audience but Nate had never felt more relieved to hear
Owen's voice. His apprehension returned, however, when Owen
added, "Time's getting on, and we have a busy night ahead."
"Hold on, did we say you could wash your hand?" Troy's
question arrested Nate's movement to wash the fingers he'd
been fucking himself with under the shower.
Nate shook his head.
"Exactly. If you want to clean your fingers, you can suck on
them."
Nate blanched. "I think I'll pass."
Troy smiled unpleasantly. "I don't think you understood me,
Nate. That wasn't an option, it was an order."
Nate looked down at his hand. The constantly running water
meant that there was very little filth on his fingers, but
he was still repulsed by the idea of putting something that
had so recently been up his ass, into his mouth.
"I did mention time was getting on," said Owen in a
dangerous tone of voice.
Swallowing back a sob, Nate raised his hand to mouth level.
The thought of what he was about to do was so revolting that
he had to close his eyes.
A low murmur of disgust ran through the assembled jocks as
they watched Nate put his fingers into his mouth and give
them a few quick, half-hearted slurps. The thought running
through his teammates' minds was just how low could one guy
go? And to think they'd all looked up to him, begrudgingly
or otherwise.
Nate fought to keep down the contents of his stomach. The
faint taste of shit still lingered on his tongue long after
he'd taken his fingers out of his mouth. Owen, however, was
true to his word of not giving the slave any time to
recover.
"Well, Nathaniel, the night isn't getting any younger and
you still need to get dry before we can all go downstairs."
Devlin moved to offer Nate a towel from the rack beside him,
but he was interrupted by Owen.
"Oh no, Devlin, that isn't how slaves dry themselves. Spread
the towel on the floor, and the slave will roll on it just
like a dog."
The crowd cleared a distance for Devlin to lay out the towel
on the floor. It was neither wide nor long enough for more
than two-thirds of Nate's body to be on it at all times, and
the stud shivered whenever his bare skin came into contact
with the cold floor. Every time he rolled onto his back he
saw the contempt in his teammates' eyes, their new view of
him as a slave clearly evident.
"That's enough, now stand up. Devlin, would you mind making
sure he's completely dry?"
The blond freshman was more than delighted to acquiesce to
the request. Picking up the towel, he rubbed it hastily over
Nate's hair. His main focus was not these trivial details,
but the new chance to feel up the flawless body below. He
ordered the slave to raise his hands above his head to allow
Devlin to dry his shaven armpits. Although his torso was
relatively dry Devlin still gave it a quick toweling, making
a shiver run up Nate's spine as he brushed against his
sensitive nipples. Then he reached his favorite part of
Nate's body: his dick. An inordinate amount of time was
spent on this organ and by the time Devlin moved down to
Nate's legs the stud was, to his shame, semi-erect.
The team was starting to get impatient, so Devlin hurried
his drying of Nate's back, lingering only in the crevice
between his buttcheeks. The stud drew in his breath sharply
when the towel rubbed against his sore anal ring.
"Finally," Owen said, a little irritably, when Devlin was
finished. "Now, Nathaniel, we were thinking of having a
little game of cards. How do you feel about that?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?" answered Nate bitterly, still
experiencing a foul taste in his mouth.
"Is that insolence I detect in your tone, Nathaniel?" Owen
made as if to tousle Nate's damp hair but instead violently
yanked his head up by a fistful, hissing, "Cut it out or
things WILL get ugly for you."
He shoved Nate through the door with such force that the
hapless stud tripped and fell flat on his face. Owen
impatiently gave him a kick in the butt, eliciting a yelp
from Nate. "Get your ass downstairs!" he barked.
Nate stumbled to his feet and hurried downstairs, fearful of
the punishments Owen was quite capable of meting out if he
disobeyed. Wes, Drew and a couple of others were waiting in
the den. The coffee table had been set up for the card game
but there was also on it an open laptop - Nate's own. Its
screen displayed a Youtube page.
"Ah, so nice of you to join us," said Drew, "We thought this
little teaser would remind you of what could happen if you
ever decide that holding up your end of our deal isn't worth
it." He clicked the play button on the Youtube video. A
naked butt immediately came into view as its owner walked up
to answer a door. The guy's nude body blocked the view of
the person at the door but their exchange was clearly
audible.
"Finally! What took -" There was a shocked pause.
"Yes?" Even if he hadn't recognized the foyer of his home
and his own naked back, there was no way Nate could mistake
the sound of his own voice - and there was certainly no way
Nate could forget in a hurry the humiliating experience of
answering the door in the nude to accept the pizza boy's
delivery.
"Um ... did I, er, catch you at a bad time?" the delivery
guy was saying onscreen, but Nate couldn't take it any
longer. He whirled around furiously to face his teammates.
"You promised that you wouldn't publish any of the stuff you
took of me!"
"Any of the stuff we took from the time of the agreement,"
corrected Owen. "But this particular video was taken prior
to our deal, and therefore not subject to the same terms."
Nate stared at them in horror. "But this is on Youtube!
Anyone could see me!"
Drew glanced at the screen and shrugged. "Well, only about
twenty people so far but then again, the video hasn't even
been up for a full half-hour yet.
"Twenty?" Nate choked on his words, appalled at the thought
of twenty strangers having already seen his naked ass in
motion.
"Oh, trust me: that number's bound to go up," assured Drew.
"How could it not, with a title like `Dumb Bare-assed Jock
Answers Door'?" joked Ethan.
"I bet every perv on this side of the Equator will get a
good view of Natey's butt before the week's out," added
Jason, relishing the look on Nate's face.
The color drained from Nate's face. "Please . don't do this.
Anything but this. Everyone will know it's me!" he begged.
"And how would they know that? If you'd shut up for a
moment, you'd notice your face isn't visible anywhere in the
video," Wes pointed out.
Nate glanced back towards the screen. True enough, the video
ended just as Nate slammed the door shut, seconds before he
turned around to face the camera.
"It was very kind of us to cut the video off just there,
don't you think?" said Drew.
Everyone was watching him expectantly and Nate realized what
it was they wanted him to say. "Thank you," he croaked out,
scarcely believing that he was thanking his tormentors for
putting up in the public domain a video of him naked, but
stopping short of revealing his identity.
"Oh, don't assume we did it out of any concern for you or
your anonymity," Jason was quick to add.
"Yeah, penises tend to get Youtube videos deleted and we
want this particular video to have a good, long life,"
explained Drew.
Owen wrapped up. "So, unless your naked ass is going to be
recognizable to the masses, no one will know it's you in the
video. But all that can change if you ever decide to put on
a petulant display like the one just now. You claimed you
had no choice. Well, you do. You have the choice of being a
good, obedient slave to the members of this team ... or a
public laughing stock. It's up to you, Nathaniel. This video
was just a taster: a friendly reminder of what could happen
if you made the second choice. In which case, this video
gets tagged with your full name, the high school you attend,
your contact details ... and linked to a, uh, less stringent
streaming site for the full video and all the others we've
taken of you since."
Nate felt sick to his stomach. The online release of a video
of himself naked from behind was mortifying enough, but the
possibility of anyone in cyberspace seeing him shoving a
phallic fruit up his ass - not to forget the humiliating
show he'd been made to put on in the shower upstairs -
downright terrified him.
"I'll do whatever you say!" he blubbered. "I'll be an
obedient slave. Just don't release my details or publish any
more of the videos ... please."
Owen smiled vindictively. "Now that's what a good little
slave-boy should sound like. You know what'd make you a
perfect slave-boy? If you remember to address everyone in
this room as what they now are to you: your slave masters."
This brought a few smiles, particularly to the junior team.
The formerly high and mighty Nate Ramsey would be addressing
them as his "masters". As for the stud himself, he just hung
his head in pathetic defeat.
Owen was still talking. "So, I'll ask you again: do you
fancy a game of cards, slave?"
"Yes ... master."
"Then sit on the floor. Wes, you wanna deal?"
The team captain nodded. "Don't you want to tell him the
rules first though?"
"Oh, right. We'll play five rounds. For every round that you
win, you get one article of clothing back."
The slave's head snapped up. He hadn't expected a game that
would allow him to win back his clothes. Neither had the
some of the guys who weren't in on the planning of the game.
Wes picked up from where Owen left off. "If you win the
majority of the rounds - three or more - your slavery ends
with this weekend."
Now they really had the guys' attention. Nate was looking
incredulously at Wes, unable to believe the crumb of hope
that was being offered up to him.
"But if you lose a round, there'll be a penalty to pay. And
if you lose the majority of the rounds ... well, let's just
say you won't have a very comfortable night's sleep - and
this weekend will be only the beginning of your
enslavement."
Nate shuddered; he knew Owen meant what he said. If he lost
more than two rounds, his future would be very bleak indeed.
"Now, let's not waste any more time: let the games begin.
Captain?"
Wes dealt the cards. Some of his teammates were looking
worried at the possibility of their new slave getting off
scot-free, but Wes was not. He was in on Owen's scheme, for
the planning of which he'd given up watching Nate degraded
as he took a very public shower. (Not that he would miss
anything, since the event had been captured in glorious high
definition by Ethan on his camera.)
The deck of cards used in the game was one of the
`provisions' Owen had brought with him. Nate would only win
a round if they decided to let him. And this they had
decided to allow - but only so that the psychological effect
on Nate would be maximized when he finally lost the game
and, with it, the remaining vestiges of his self-respect.
"Alright, what do you have?" asked Owen with fake curiosity.
He knew what the outcome of this round was going to be even
before the cards were dealt.
Nate could hardly believe his luck as he told him. Owen
threw down his cards in mock disgust.
"Does - does this mean I get my clothes back?" Nate asked, a
hopeful note evident in his tone.
"Oh, you get one article of clothing back. And here it is."
Smirking, Jason handed him a single, solitary sock.
Nate stared at it in undisguised disappointment. He'd been
hoping for something that offered cover for his modesty.
"Aren't you going to put it on?" asked Drew mockingly.
Reluctantly, Nate slid the sock onto his right leg. He made
a ridiculous sight, sitting on the floor naked except for
one sock.
Meanwhile, Wes carefully dealt the second round of cards.
This time they weren't in the slave's favour. He groaned and
looked up at his masters resignedly. The evil grins on their
faces were almost identical.
"There's no need to look so anxious, Nathaniel. Since it's
only your first penalty, we'll be lenient with you. In fact,
we're even integrating an important lesson on civic
consciousness into your punishment."
Under normal circumstances Nate would have doubled over in
laughter at the combination of Owen and civic consciousness.
Tonight, however, it just made him concerned.
"I noticed as I came in earlier that your garden was rather
a mess. Now you know we don't approve of littering, so your
penalty is simple, really: collect the underwear that's
strewn around the side garden."
The slave didn't even bother pointing out it had been Ethan
who'd thrown out all of his underwear from his bedroom
window. There was a more worrying aspect to the penalty.
"Can - can I put something on first?" he asked timidly,
although he was certain what the answer would be.
"Let me think about it," said Owen. Then he barked, "No!"
Nate looked out the window. It was completely dark outside
(it was almost ten at night) but he could see the lights
were on in his neighbor's house. If for any reason they
happened to look out their window, would the cover of
darkness be enough to hide him? It was a chance he would
have to take. Being seen by the neighbors was the last thing
he needed to worry about, when the whole world could end up
seeing him jerking off while fucking himself with a banana.
Devlin held the front door open for him as he darted out and
turned round the corner of the house. He could just about
make out the shapes of his boxers lying on the ground and in
the bushes, concentrated mainly in the area beneath his
bedroom window.
Shaking with nervousness the whole time, he scooped up as
many pairs as he could and cradled it in one arm. He'd
managed to gather all those close to the house, but as he
looked around he spotted three pairs lying further out.
Taking a deep breath he ran for the nearest one and picked
it up.
It was at that moment that the guys inside the house
switched on the floodlights. Nate froze in the middle of the
lawn, his naked figure lit up in the bright white beam. And
then the panic set in, and he made a mad dash for the front
door. "Let me in," he yelled, banging frantically on the
shut door.
"Not until you've picked up all of the underwear," came
Troy's voice from inside.
"At least switch off the floodlight, please!" Nate looked
around wildly, expecting a curious neighbor to come over at
any moment.
"No, you'll pick them up no matter how brightly lit the lawn
is."
Nate stared at the closed door helplessly and then, dropping
the underwear he'd already collected on the doorstep, he ran
across the lawn. As hurriedly as he could, he grabbed the
two remaining pairs off the ground and dashed back to the
front door.
"I have it," he panted, "I have all of them. Now let me in!"
The door was opened by a widely grinning Troy. Nate pushed
past him, desperate to get back into the privacy of his
home. All the guys were in the foyer, laughing at his total
terror at being exposed so publicly.
"Hey, guys?" said Devlin suddenly. He was looking out the
window. "I think someone's coming up the driveway."
The color drained from Nate's face. He shoved Devlin aside
and took a look for himself. "Shit, it's Mr. Rawlins from
next door. He must've seen the floodlights come on and come
to investigate!"
Owen didn't seem too perturbed. "Okay, so you tell him it
was just a false alarm. I'm sure you can handle it. We'll
wait in the den. C'mon boys."
"Wait!" Nate protested as the others turned to leave. "I
can't answer the door naked! Not to my neighbor."
His teammates looked at each other.
"Please!" begged Nate.
"Alright," Wes relented. He picked up a pair of gray boxer-
briefs from the floor; they covered as much skin as the
other boxers but at least they were tighter. "Here you go."
Knowing he couldn't expect any more, Nate gratefully slipped
them on just as Mr. Rawlins knocked on the front door.
"Nathan?"
"Just one second," said Troy as Nate turned to answer the
door. Grinning wickedly, he tugged Nate's underwear sharply
downwards. "Don't adjust it," he warned before following the
rest of the snickering guys into the den.
Nate looked down at himself and swallowed hard. The boxer-
briefs rested, lopsidedly, just above the base of his cock.
If he hadn't been shaved earlier in the evening, his entire
pubic bush would have been on display. He couldn't see
himself from behind but, from the cool air on his back, he
guessed that his buttcrack was similarly showing. He knew
what he must look like, what his neighbor would think, but
he didn't dare to adjust his underwear to a more acceptable
height. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to Mr.
Rawlins.
Robert Rawlins was a good-looking man of about forty. A
successful lawyer, he'd moved into the house next door to
the Ramseys about ten years before, bringing along his wife
and only son. Robert Junior, or Bobby as he was better
known, was three years younger than Nate but attended the
more prestigious Carlisle Academy as opposed to McKinney
High School. Although their parents got along very well,
Bobby and Nate did not - which Nate blamed entirely on
Bobby's "perversions". Nate had caught the younger boy
spying on him and told his parents. Robert and Anna Rawlins
thought it was just juvenile curiosity but Nate knew better:
the little fag was hot for him. Some straight guys might
have been flattered to be the subject of such attention, but
not Nate; he was absolutely disgusted. Of course, little
did he expect that, two years later, he'd be the one at risk
of being publicly exposed as a pervert.
In fact, Mr. Rawlins was eyeing the almost-naked hunk in
front of him with repugnance. This was the same guy who'd
accused his son of being a Peeping Tom! It certainly didn't
look like there was much to spy on, if he answered his front
door looking like this. Trying to mask his disgust, Mr.
Rawlins said, "Hello, Nathan. Bobby happened to see your
floodlights come on. I know your parents are out of town so
I thought I'd come over and check everything was okay."
"Um, thanks for coming over, Mr. Rawlins, but everything's
fine. I'm having a couple of friends over and one of them,
er, accidentally switched them on."
"Yes, I noticed the cars out front. Your parents know you're
having friends over?"
Nate tried to act casual, throwing one arm over the door in
a gesture of nonchalance, forgetting that his armpits were
shaved. "They're cool with me having friends over from time
to time."
Mr. Rawlins tried not to stare at Nate's hairless armpit,
which confirmed his earlier guess that the boy shaved his
body hair. He was wearing his underwear so low it was
impossible not to notice! "Well, okay then, just - make sure
you lock up properly."
"I will. Good night, Mr. Rawlins."
"Good night, Nathan."
Nate started to close the door when Mr. Rawlins suddenly
said, "By the way I think you've dropped ... something ..."
His voice trailed off as he realized just what was lying by
the front door.
Turning beet red, Nathan grabbed the pair of boxers he'd
missed off the floor (flashing Mr. Rawlins an unwelcome
glimpse of buttcrack as he bent down) and hurriedly closed
the door, leaving his disgusted neighbor on the front step.
On the other side of the door, Nate crumpled to the floor,
utterly humiliated, as his teammates-slash-slavemasters
returned to the foyer. "How will I ever show my face to Mr.
Rawlins again?" he moaned. "He must think I'm a sick
pervert."
"Yeah, well, it's partly your own stupid fault for missing
that one pair of boxers on the porch," said Ethan
unsympathetically.
"Now get your ass in the den," ordered Owen. "We still have
three more rounds to go."
Nate forced himself to his feet and returned to the den. He
wanted nothing more than to lock himself in his room and
break down in tears but such indulgences couldn't have been
further from the minds of his masters.
Wes dealt the third round of cards. Inevitably, Nate lost.
He looked up at Owen, fearful of what the penalty for this
loss would be. He didn't think he could take another public
exposure.
"Fifty push-ups. Do `em slowly, counting each one out loud,
WITHOUT breaking form no matter what."
Nate was puzzled at how easy it seemed, but he'd
underestimated his masters' creativity. Just as he dropped
to the floor in preparation to do the push-ups, Troy
produced a set of clothes pegs from Owen's bag of
provisions. Reaching under Nate's horizontal body he teased
the stud's nipples to erection before clamping a peg onto
each sensitive nub. Nate sucked in his breath sharply as the
pegs cut off circulation to his nipples. Next Troy carefully
pulled the scrotal skin away from Nate's balls and attached
another couple of pegs to it. "Make sure they hit the ground
every time you go down."
Nate whimpered but did as he was told. He was just thinking
to himself that it wasn't too bad when Troy began the next
stage of his manipulations. Devlin brought in a tray of ice-
cubes from the kitchen. Troy took a cube and ran it down the
stud's naked back. Then, he wrenched apart Nate's ass
cheeks, exposing his tight hole to the captive audience. He
moved the ice cube in circles around the sore anal ring,
causing the slave to cry out reluctantly in pleasure. But,
as the other guys watched, he pressed the rapidly-melting
cube against Nate's sphincter and, none too gently, shoved
it up his ass!
The audience hooted with laughter as Nate yelped in surprise
and discomfort, just barely preventing himself from breaking
form at the unexpected, icy intruder up his chute.
"Take it out!" he implored, to no avail of course. Instead
his pathetic pleas just spurred Troy on to repeat the
procedure with a second ice cube. Nate wriggled awkwardly in
an attempt to dislodge the ice cubes but Troy kept his
finger against his asshole, stopping any from slipping out.
However, if he'd hoped to manipulate Nate into breaking
form, he was to be disappointed. The enslaved jock was far
too aware of the penalties for failure to allow himself to
be distracted by the uncomfortable sensations in his butt.
Troy passed the third ice cube to Devlin and indicated that
he should take over. Although surprised, the blond freshman
was more than pleased to do as suggested. To think he'd be
able to play with Nate's oh-so-fuckable asshole!
Troy, meanwhile, returned his attention to the clothes pegs.
He gave the pair of pegs attached to Nate's scrotum a hard
thwack, making him gasp out loud. Then he ripped off the
pegs on Nate's nipples in one, vicious yank. The shriek this
produced had the spectators almost rolling on the floor in
laughter.
Amazingly enough, despite the pain inflicted on him, Nate
managed to complete all fifty push-ups, much to the
disappointment of several of his teammates, who'd been
hoping to punish the stud further. As he raised his body
after finishing the last repetition, he collapsed to the
floor. After everything he'd been through in the past few
hours, it was a miracle he'd been able to last as long as he
had.
But his slavemasters had no intention of letting him rest.
The Hamilton twins hauled him up into a sitting position to
play the fourth round. Nate could feel water from the
melting ice cubes still lodged up his chute seeping from his
asshole. He groaned inwardly, unable to believe there were
still two more rounds to go - two more penalties to pay, he
was convinced.
So he was doubly surprised when he won the round. His
elation was barely dented when he was handed his prize - the
pair to the one sock he had on presently - thanks to the
hope-renewing realization that he only had to win the next,
and final, round to be freed from his enslavement at the end
of the week.
It was exactly this effect that Wes and Owen had intended
when they'd agreed to let Nate win two rounds of the game.
They knew that giving him false hope in the penultimate
round would only make the blow to his psyche all the greater
when he eventually lost. And lose he did, spectacularly. The
look on Nate's face, as the last illusion of freedom was
snatched away from him, was priceless.
"Stand up," commanded Owen, amidst the cheers from his
teammates, all of whom were obviously delighted at Nate's
continued enslavement; their time to have fun at the stud's
expense had just been extended indefinitely. "Put your hands
on that table over there, palms down, and spread your legs a
little."
He eyed the naked, sweaty slave critically (as opposed to
the lustful glances from many of his teammates). "Hmm, stand
further away from the table but keep your hands in position.
Now push your butt back. Perfect."
Nate wearily followed the instructions; he had an inkling of
where this was leading, and his suspicions were confirmed
when Owen produced, from his bag, a paddle. His next
instructions were directed to the audience, not the slave.
"Alright, guys, everyone has two shots - or should that be
swats? - at his ass. So make them count. Remember all the
shit he's pulled on you when you take a swing." He handed
the paddle to Wes.
The team captain approached the trembling slave, his eyes on
the perfect, quivering twin globes in front of him. Nate had
worked up quite a sweat from his physical exertion minutes
earlier, so his butt shone very enticingly with a fine sheen
of sweat. Wes had to remind himself that the fucking would
come later.
THWACK! Nate jumped as the first blow landed squarely across
his left glute, leaving a clear red imprint on the pale
cheek. He took aim at the right cheek next and landed an
equally powerful hit.
Wes passed the paddle to Cliff, who was next in line. He was
less forceful with his swing, but he wasn't gentle either.
Troy was third and he swung the paddle so strongly that the
blow made Nate rock on his feet. He had to bite his lip to
keep himself from crying out.
And so it continued until all twenty-three of Nate's
teammates had delivered their blows. The force with which
each guy swung the paddle made for an interesting study of
their feelings towards the arrogant jerk whose bare butt
grew increasingly crimson with each thwack. The younger
guys, who'd so idolized the star player, were disinclined to
inflict any serious pain on him. The seniors, meanwhile,
were less restrained in punishing Nate. The exercise had, as
far as Owen and Wes were concerned, served its dual purpose.
Owen was the last to paddle Nate's ass and he'd noticed a
not-to-be-missed opportunity in his low-hanging balls. He
aimed the paddle a couple of inches below Nate's ass and
swung with all his might. Nate doubled up in pain when the
paddle made contact with his balls.
"Oops, must've slipped," said Owen casually. The other guys
winced as they watched Nate retch and felt extremely glad it
wasn't their balls that had just been hit. "You still owe me
another," added Owen.
Nate glared hatefully at Owen. If looks could have killed,
Owen would have dropped dead right then. The Hamilton twins
had to help Nate to stand and present his ass for the final
paddling of the night. This time, Owen swung at the right
target.
The twins let go of Nate and he flopped on his belly across
the table. His ass glowed bright red - an image that was
immortalized by the many camera phones in the room.
"Shane, help him upstairs. He still has one penalty to pay
for losing the overall game." Nate was in too much pain to
even beg for clemency. He allowed one of the twins to drag
him up the stairs. To his surprise, he was taken to the
bathroom again. Shane held onto Nate's arms while his twin,
Stuart, grabbed his legs and lifted him up. They then
unceremoniously dumped him, on his back, in the bathtub.
Troy produced a length of rope and tied Nate's hands to the
faucet above his head. Drew used another piece to tie his
legs together. "This is where you'll be spending the night."
"Yeah, a slave shouldn't have the luxury of a bed while some
of his masters have to camp out on the floor," stated Lucas.
"I hope you're comfortable?" asked Troy mockingly.
Nate wriggled around in the tub, which was about two feet
too short for him. He was far from comfortable. He saw that
his masters were expecting an answer. "It's ... not
unbearable," he replied.
"Oh, don't worry," said Owen. Then, with a cruel grin, he
added, "It will be soon enough!"
He squirted some cream from a tube onto Nate's exposed
armpits and passed the tube to Troy. While he rubbed the
cream into the freshly-shaven pits, Troy did the same for
Nate's groin.
"What is that?" he asked in alarm.
"You'll find out soon enough," said Troy. And he did, as his
skin where the cream had been applied began to heat up.
Within seconds the mildly uncomfortable sensation had turned
into an intolerable burning.
But there was worse to come, as Ethan had procured from the
kitchen a cucumber. Nate didn't know it but the banana used
earlier had been set aside for future use, as had the
refrigerated glass of his cum.
Nate watched in growing horror as the cucumber was liberally
coated with the cream. He barely noticed Troy spreading the
cream on his butt while Shane raised his legs up.
"No, please!" he burst out as it became clear what the
cucumber was for. "Not that! Anything but that!"
"But Nathaniel, you LIKE having things up your ass," mocked
Owen.
"My ass is already on fire! If you put that thing in ..."
"I guess it's a risk we'll have to take, won't we?" replied
Owen. He rubbed the remnants of the cream on his fingers on
Nate's shriveled dick as Troy penetrated his ass with the
cucumber.
"Argh! Please! Take it out!"
Owen just laughed. "Sweet dreams, Nathaniel."
Ethan took one last picture of the helpless stud squirming
in the bath tub as the skin on his most sensitive body parts
burned. Then they shut the door on his desperate screams and
went about preparing for their night's rest. Tomorrow would
be a new day, with new humiliations for their new slave.
To be continued ...
If you liked the story and would like to read more, let me
know at jax.cooper@yahoo.com. Suggestions are always
welcome.
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